Chapter 44

# 44

44. Prologue (3)

I frowned.

I’ve seen that message somewhere before. No, it was a message I will never forget. Because it was the number of floors that gave me great frustration.

Floor number 80.

Among the 100 million users of Pick Me Up, only 5 people, including me, were allowed to conquer it, which was the worst and worst stage.

First type of conquest. Goals don’t tell you what to do. Pick Me Up was a random stage, and there were many cases where the level of difficulty depended on luck, but the rankers who challenged the 80th floor all failed miserably.

Therefore, from the 6th place in the ranking, the number of floors reached was 79.

Among rankers, the 80th floor was called the Wailing Wall. Neither did I. Having reached the 79th floor half a year and 3 months ago, I confidently challenged the 80th floor and suffered a defeat where most of the forces except for the main party were wiped out.

“How is it? How does it feel to see it with the naked eye, not a liquid crystal? Isn’t it spectacular?”

The girl sat down on a leather chair that had suddenly appeared.

He was holding a glass of black liquid in his hand.

“What is your intention to show this?”

“It’s simple. Just watch the current scene with me.”

The girl took a sip of her drink.

“Sit down. The seat will be uncomfortable.”

A chair surrounded by fine sheets appeared behind me.

I sighed deeply and sat down in my chair. The fairy handed me a drink, but I pushed it away with my hand.

‘The field on the 80th floor of Niflheim is...’

It was a strange field that was hard to define even for me after analyzing numerous field types.

Floating islands floated everywhere, and rivers of boiling lava flowed below. It was a sea rather than a river. Because the lava was covering the whole land. In the mountains that stretched out far away, volcanoes spewed fireballs incessantly. The wind mixed with brimstone and ash swayed in acrid gray.

‘hell.’

I could only express it with those words.

An extreme space where no living thing can live.

The stage on the 80th floor was right here.

“As you can see, the situation is like this, but don’t worry. The environment here can’t affect you. It’s just replaying a record of the past.”

I was sitting on a small floating island repeating up and down motion.

Right in front of me was a huge island well over a few hundred meters.

A light rose on one side of the island and someone walked out.

“...!”

I got up from my seat.

The party that walked out of the light was a total of five people.

They each had different outfits and weapons. It’s a lot more realistic than I remember, but you can tell. I couldn’t forget

A blonde woman at the head of the group walked out.

Clad in silver armor, she was wearing a crimson sword emanating red energy. The patterns engraved on the scabbard shimmered in gold.

‘Siris Argentheim.’

He was Niflheim’s No. 1, sub-master, and leader of the main party.

‘The four people behind him.’

nothing to see

ranks 1 through 5.

All the people in Niflheim who could discuss the strongest had gathered.

“...”

I sat back in my chair.

I drank the glass of water the fairy gave me at once.

“It’s the video of me breaking the 80th floor.”

“That’s correct.”

“Why are you showing me this? I know the clearing process anyway. It doesn’t mean much.”

“Wouldn’t you know if you wait and see?”

The girl laughed lightly.

I frowned and turned my gaze back to the main party. They are standing around in one place. no one speaks Everyone was silent, waiting for something.

Sr. through.

A strange thing appeared under the floating island.

It doesn’t have a special shape. Thick as liquid, they wriggled their tentacles. The number was uncountable. Dozens and hundreds of floating islands rose all at once.

[Fragment of Chaos Lv. 113 X 2755]

The white-haired woman opened the book she was holding in her arms. The pages of the book fluttered in the air and shone brightly.

“According to our oath.”

Pachichit.

The bow held by a girl shone with thunderbolts.

It was Brunak, one of the 5 divine machines that I put all my heart and soul into.

“I, the King’s Arrow, Nihaku Gespel.”

The girl with long brown hair murmured.

A yellow light was burning in his eyes.

Sureureung.

The window the boy was holding shook vaguely.

Similarly, one of the 5 Shinki was Ruin.

“I, the King’s Spear, Muden Nidelk.”

muttered the boy.

The three swords that the man was wearing wriggled as if they were beating.

It was a cloud solas, a weapon with three arms combined.

“I, the King’s sword, Lidigion.”

muttered the man.

The book the woman was opening floated into the air.

Numerous magical characters were engraved in the air.

“I, King’s Eye, Yurnet Sid.”

muttered the woman.

Finally, Siris pulled out Levatein.

“I, the King’s Flame, Siris Argentheim.”

Siris muttered.

All five raised their weapons in unison.

Time still stood still and the tactical deployment was nearing its end.

[The time limit ends in 10 seconds.]

[The battle resumes.]

[Prepare!]

Even with the maximum level tactic center, it was a close second.

Finally, the clear strategy covering the entire field was completed.

The eyes of the five people with their weapons raised were all focused on the map.

“...that’s great.”

Yurnet’s eyes lit up with admiration.

[8 7 6 until mission begins....]

The table and map are gone.

The five surrounded them and stood in a circle towards the frozen enemy.

[3 2 1....]

[Mission Start!]

Time stop is broken.

Thousands of enemies rushed at once.

The prominences emitted from Levatein covered his vision.

All subsequent steps were omitted.

The video was over.

I was back in a space shrouded in darkness.

The girl held up a glass with black liquid dripping at me.

“Whoops. Isn’t that great? They sincerely swear allegiance to you.”

“...”

“You must know. They are the 6-stars who are said to be the strongest across the entire server. There is no one who can compete with them except for the 7-stars. I assure you. You raised fearsome guys. ”

“That’s what it was.”

“Actually, that’s not what’s important. What’s important is how they think of the master. Heroes climb the tower and go through ranks, realizing the truth. Then they despair. Who treats the owner as a toy, a pet toy? Will you pay your allegiance?”

The girl’s voice sounded like a whisper in her ear.

“But only you were different. You were the only master who truly dominated the waiting room.”

The girl narrowed her eyes.

“Loki, you were the king of Niflheim.”